Expectant Impossibility Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tired of losing everything in the wake of death, wishing
for life to never end.

Knowing that it will never be and life will continue only
to it's finality.

Always having to sacrifice and be at a loss of what to do
or where to go from here.

Normalcy, what is that? There is nothing normal if life
after death has come and trashed everything you ever loved
or cherished.

A blank page once again, expecting to be written anew, no
directions given, just a silent expression of great sorrow
and loneliness.

Where do you go from this depth of nothing, time is never-
ending, having and holding no hope or promise.

Living in a fog, nothing makes sense, nothing is clear, yet
we are expected to go on living as if nothing has happened.

An expectant impossibility not able to be fulfilled by a
mere mortal, a human being on this earth.